Passion desire Lust

When I woke up the following morning I heard the shower running. A few minutes later I was turned off and the bathroom door opened. Gerome came out with a towel around his waist and smiled at me.

“I know why you are so happy today,” I said.

He went over to the wardrobe and picked out a fresh uniform and when he turned around, he said, “and why might that be?”

“You fucked Stacy last night.”

“Oh yeah, about that. Look buddy, it just happened OK, no hard feelings?”

“There are hundreds of women in this resort, why did you have to do it with my step-sister?”

He dressed and then went out on our tiny balcony where he looked down at the employee pool. “Come here.”

I got up and followed him outside. “What?”

“Look at the pool and around it, who do you see?”

I knew most of the girls working at the resort by their bikinis. “There is Veronica, Amanda, that Russian girl, Sally, and I think Annette and Jill are over there on the other side.”

“Good, and what do they all have in common?”

“Oh shit.”

“Exactly, I have fucked them all. Now, do you understand why I wanted Tracy? She is new and fresh.”

I scoffed. “Ha! For you maybe, but she has been around the block a few times.”

Gerome went back inside and I followed. He opened the door to go out and before he closed it, he said, “not to me.”

When he had gone I took a shower and got ready. I was meeting my parents and the horny bitch for breakfast. We had decided I would pick them up at their cabana and it was almost nine in the morning, time to go.

I knocked on their door, but there was no answer. I used my master key and opened and went inside.

“Mom, Dad?”

No answer.

“Hello!”

“I’m up here,” Tracy called.

“Where’s mom Mom and Dad?”

“They went for a run and should be back shortly. There is coffee in the kitchen if you want.”

I found the pot and poured a cup and then took it out onto the terrace. The morning was beautiful. No wind and the sea looked like a mirror. A couple of fishing boats were coming in with their catch and the first tourists walked past and out onto the beach. There was a sound behind me and I turned.

“What’s up, Tim?” said Tracy.

She was wearing a short flared skirt and a sleeveless top, both in white. Her hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing too much makeup.

“Same old and you?”

She sat down on the table and crossed her legs. The skirt rode up and showed off most of her thigh. “Good, I had fun last night.”

I pretended not to know about Gerome. “Oh, what did you do?”

“I met some cool people, went for a few drinks, and then dancing.”

Lying slut, I thought. Then I decided to give her a hard time. “Really? I thought I saw you on the beach with Gerome.”

She blushed. “What do you mean?”

“I went for a walk with my girlfriend and we saw you and Gerome fucking.”

“Oh shit, you saw us?”

“Yeah, and heard you.”

She got off the table and walked up to me and stopped only when her boobs almost touched my chest. “Will you tell Mom and Dad?”

“I don’t know, maybe. Depends on what’s in it for me?”

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“What would you like?”

“A hundred would be nice.”

“Asshole!”

“Yes, guilty. But it’s either the money or I tell our parents.”

She changed the topic. “What about you, did you get laid last night?”

“That’s none of your business.”

She put her hands on my shoulders and I stepped back. “C’mon, be a sport and tell me. Did your girlfriend suck your cock like I did Gerome’s?”

“Fuck off, Stacy.”

She came closer again, and whispered in my ear, “did you see how I took his cum? Did it turn you on?”

I tried to walk past her, but she grabbed my cock through my shorts. “Let go,” I said.

“Oh, little brother has grown,” she said, her voice husky.

“I said, let go.”

Instead, she got hold of the hem of the shorts with her other hand and then slid the first inside and grabbed my cock.

“It’s a bit soft, isn’t it? I mean, how can you fuck with a useless piece of meat like this?”

I grabbed her hands and pulled them up and away, and then I pushed her away from me. “You are sick.”

“Maybe,” she said and smelled her hand. Then she continued, “I like the way your cock smells.”

I left and walked through the room out onto the street. Just as the door closed behind me my parents came running from the beach.

“Hi Tim, have you waited long?” said my Dad.

“A few minutes.”

Shannon leaned against the wall stretching her legs. “Isn’t Tracy inside? We told her to make you some coffee while you waited for us.”

“Yeah, she is inside. I just thought it was too hot, so I went outside.”

“OK, we will only be a minute, wait here,” said my dad and followed Shannon inside.

When I was alone, I took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. I wanted to get rid of my hard on. It had sprung up the second Tracy had let go of my cock, like if it was reacting too late to her touch. Why was I getting a hard on for my step-sister?